I'm sorry.
Fuck, I'm sorry.
I have all these damn thoughts, and not one thought
is centered just on you and fuck I wish it was.
I'm in denial, hopelessly, breathlessly, searching for a way
for my head to be above the water. I don't want to sink, yet
I always feel stuck in the same deadly position,
of some weird ass love triangle. No matter what,
maybe I feel too much. Wouldn't make much sense,
grown up on the hard streets of Chicago. My mom only paid 6 dollars
an hour if she was lucky, picked up an awful bad habit of smoking down to a pack a day.
All in hope of forgetting your damn face.
